My Grandson’s Feet I. My Army soldier son-in-law sent my daughter a short instant message on Facebook from Kandahar, Afghanistan one night, about how he had just seen a soldier’s feet blown off at the ankles in Afghanistan when the guy stepped in the wrong place at the wrong time. My son-in-law messaged that he … Continue reading
The First Gay Space: Getting Back to Reality After the Tragedy at Pulse From where I’m standing I can see the earth suspended thousands of miles away and it really is just as people who have seen it at this distance always describe it. Suddenly it seems unthinkable to have names for oceans, lines to … Continue reading
The Body Remembers, Tua-Back I remember this time in color and images with no sound. I remember my oversized multi-colored coat that I seem to be wearing in every picture. I am always dressed in my Sunday best, normally a skirt and a blouse, or a long dress. Clothes not meant to be played in, … Continue reading
For issue 8, each editor selected their pieces based off of particular, meaningful themes. We’ve decided to publish these works as a folio in their specific genre so readers can feel how they interact and create a dialogue with each other. Get ready to read dangerously. Nonfiction: Body of Evidence Guest Editor: Karolyn Gehrig … Continue reading
We’re Talking about Practice Selected words from an excerpt of the infamous Allen Iverson interview arranged according to frequency After Franny Choi. Sixer deteriorate downhill contradicting press conference ball league 48 minutes winner city trading coaching staff yadayada die funny critique criticized criticizing automatically strange honored microphone matters obviously cool tough corner daughter daughters … Continue reading
Mother, the other night I had a fever and I could not find my Tylenol I assume everything wrong with me is related to the womb so I swallowed a week’s worth of birth control and dreamt about my overdose When I first asked about a prescription you said I was a murderer and … Continue reading
No ground to hold us captive or voice to call our existence sin got women with chest unleashed dancing free in the rain got men soaking very conscious of their stiffening meat and there’s trees and buzzing things zipping by dodging the thickness of the air and the blurred hurriedness of bothered hands the women … Continue reading
